love will tear us apart ,

[FRANCESCA ELOISE LUX]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. to say she was excited to get the chance to go on tour would be an understatement. being on tour meant getting away from los angeles, from the loneliness that seemed to consume her there, from having to be in one place for too long. she was an anxious person to begin with, so settling in one place for months on end wasn't something she was very fond of. either way, the tour would be a nice break from the monotony that was becoming los angeles. it also didn't hurt that one of the first stops of the tour was none other than dallas, texas. sure it wasn't her hometown of austin, but texas was texas. here she had friends, had distractions. it wasn't just zephyr and her, or rather, her constantly nagging at zephyr and him reacting how any normal person would react - badly. at least with distractions she could steer herself away from the millions of guilty thoughts that threatened to consume her on a daily basis. that and it was nice to get away from los angeles in general. it was a lovely city and all, but her anxieties felt ten times worse there for whatever reason. she chalked it up to the fact that she hardy knew anyone there and people from los angeles, considering the business they were in, felt fake. people were constantly trying to kiss ass or make their way to the top. yeah, not her kind of scene. lightly shaking herself out of her own little world, frankie gripped her bag closer to her small frame as she carefully weaved herself through the throngs of people littered throughout the grounds in hopes of making it to the merch booth reserved for the hot seekers. the merch tents were neatly set up side by side just a few yards up ahead. fans were already passing by with high hopes to meet the band they adored so dearly. people lingered about waiting eagerly to purchase that one shirt they would probably wear at least fifty times, if not more. which was why she had left the hot seekers set a couple of minutes early. what would a merch booth be without the merch person running it? empty. and that was no bueno. it felt good though, the fact that she was actually doing something. she liked the fact that she could support the band. moral support was fine yeah, but at least with this, she was being a little bit more proactive and was preoccupied. because if she had to think about selling shirts, that was less time her brain would use to fret over the thousands of ways zephyr was possibly cheating on her. her heart clenched painfully at the mindless thought. she never went a day without thinking about it. she waved shyly at a small group of people she'd met earlier on in the week as she settled herself on one of the chairs next to the four that'd been set up for the band. she smiled half-heartedly at the on-lookers that eagerly searched for the band that they idolized. the disappointment at only spotting her was quite evident. she wasn't part of the band. the band of good-looking and talented boys. including her boyfriend. how convenient for her, huh? to be the merch for her boyfriend's band. some would say it was her way of supporting him, others that it was a chance for her to keep an eye on him. an opportunity for her to let those nasty thoughts of jealousy grow and grow until she was confronting him once again and they'd have yet another argument. her screaming and him simply withdrawing. it was hard though. to watch all those girls shamelessly flirt with him. she couldn't help but wonder why the hell he was still with her. after all she put him through. he deserved so much better than she had to offer. that she was sure of. because despite their tumultuous relationship, despite all the insecurities, she knew that zephyr would never intentionally hurt her. either way, her relationship with zephyr was anything but neat. it was messy, it was complicated, it was sweet, and everything else in between. she loved him, there was no doubt about that. if she didn't she wouldn't have been engaged to him. then again, she wouldn't have broken off the engagement either, would she have? the ring that she kept on a chain around her neck, hidden beneath the material of her shirt was proof of that love that she refused to let go of. she loved him, she just was too much inside of her head to get her act together. if things were different though, if she wasn't so fucked up in the head, it would all be alright. she'd be living happily with a guy she absolutely loved instead of constantly trying to justify to herself that zephyr wasn't cheating on her. or having a panic attack about him leaving her for another girl. it made her anxious just thinking about it. the thought of him holding another girl to him dearly instead of her, or him sweetly pressing his lips against some blonde's. she took a deep breath as her imagination began to get the best of her. propping open her bag, boney fingers reached for the bottle she always chose to ignore. the black letters with the words "prescribed to francesca lux" taunted her. no, she didn't need them. she was okay without the medicine. better without it. she simply refused. she skipped over the translucent orange plastic, pretending she hadn't in fact brushed against it, and grabbed her chapstick instead. now wasn't the time or place though to let herself by consumed by nonsensical thinking. she had a job to do. albeit a small one, but one nonetheless. uncapping the cap of the light blue plastic tube, she smeared the soothing salve on her lightly chapped lips. it was hot out. the sun's rays beating down mercilessly on her bare shoulders. she smiled lightly at the passerby's, hoping the band would be done with their set soon. she'd been watching earlier: mesmerized by the passionate way they played. so dedicated to their craft of music. blue eyes looked around, searching for the boy who made her heart leap and fall at the same time. 1063, for the lovely ash! , omg so sorry for this hot mess of rambled words, so excited though! c:

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[ZEPHYR CURRAN WOLFE]

the sound of a screaming crowd and the sight of bodies pressed up against the barricade somehow made zephyr feel like he was home. tour was no texas, but the large groups that gathered daily to watch hot seekers' set made him feel cozy and welcome, like it was christmas morning and everyone huddled around was gathered for some great big bonding experience full of cheer and fun and all around goodness. playing a show and being on stage was the only thing that kept zephyr sane, sometimes. although he had written the songs, and he relived all of the memories as he sang the lyrics, he still had a chance to let go from real life. although he was thinking about frankie the entire time he was up there, he had no choice but to shift her to the back of his mind for once in his life, and do his best. he got distracted too easily if he was mid-chorus and mid-thought at the same time. he couldn't imagine anything more embarrassing than messing up his own words, or having to run off stage quickly to have a personal moment because of some random whim he had. he kept himself chipper and peppy to play because he didn't want to let anyone down. he never did, really. however, things after a set were a little bit different, to say the least.

right now, zeph was pretty normal. he'd thanked the crowd, given his bandmates the usual pat on the back, and mopped off all the sweat from his forehead that had gathered while romping around for forty-five minutes in the relentless heat. he'd passed by all of the groupies standing side-stage with cropped shirts and mini shorts beckoning the attention of every other boy on the premises. he'd politely ducked around the erratic fans who had a bit of stalker in their blood and had hopped some backstage fences. he'd chugged half of a water bottle, and switched out his shirt of a replacement one waiting for him. he had done it all. zephyr had gone through his usual routine, and now it was time for the next step, which would be finding francesca. he didn't really know where to expect her to be. it wasn't like she was his slave or anything. he understood that she had her own personal space and wasn't tied down to him. he'd really gotten a good grip on that after she recalled her engagement to him. it was hard, and he wasn't exactly 'sober' in doing so, but he learned to accept the fact that she just needed some alone time every once and a while to keep herself sane. everyone did, didn't they? besides, it wasn't like he could hold her hand while he was up there on stage or anything and drag her around like some kind of rag doll while he ran about. it was ridiculous. he walked through the grounds at a relaxed pace. although he was an approachable guy wearing a huge smile still, he was obviously trying to catch his breath and get somewhere. people sort of stepped to the side when they saw zephyr coming through the crowd -- towering over people with his official credentials swinging from the keychain hooked to his side. he was a man with a mission, and no thirteen year old girls, no matter how much they just loooooved hot seekers, well... they weren't going to bother him.

as far as zephyr knew, there were no signings scheduled for the day. he was pretty thankful too, because whenever there was, he tended to lose his voice by the end of it. he talked himself hoarse, basically. he was a friendly person who liked to interact with the fans. it was sad that sometimes he truly disliked hugging them if frankie was around. the feeling of her eyes on him made something as innocent as an embrace seem like the same thing as getting to third base or something. the two had been through quite a lot together, that was for sure. that was the only real way of putting it. whenever he was asked about his relationship, he didn't really have much to say or describe. all he could do was say he loved her, and leave it at that. that fact was the only real constant in zephyr's life, what with the constant anxiety rollercoaster he faced with his girlfriend and the nomad way of traveling to a new city every day that had become his life. his head was lost in all of this as he made his way around; keeping his watchful blue eyes trained for anyone that looked like frankie. thanks to his hand shielding his gaze from the sun, zeph finally spotted frankie. she was at their merch tent, which was where he should have expected her in the first place. but then again, zeph never really knew what to expect with her.

after a bit of awkward run-ins and weaving, zeph maneuvered his way through the floods of people roaming the grounds to make his way to the tent. he slipped in behind frankie and did so rather quietly; hoping that he could catch her by surprised as he laced his arms around her middle and rested his chin atop her head. guess who. he teased, rather enjoying this playfulness and innocence that they didn't always get to show. lately, he was too down in the dumps after stealing pills from her purse or she was too irritated with him to do much else but fight or ignore each other. their relationship wasn't necessarily a good or healthy one, but frankie kept stringing zeph along just enough to make him believe that some day, this could maybe work out. he stepped away from behind her although it really wouldn't be any huge surprise it was him the whole time. he gave her a fake look of shock as if it were, though, before bending down to place a soft kiss on her lips to officially greet her. that might always be the best part of his day, no matter what.

how're you doing? he asked as he flipped over an empty merch bin and sat on one end of it, inviting her to do the same if she wanted. he looked up at her curiously, still with that (now) rare smile on his face leftover from getting off stage just minutes ago. making a lot of tips? he inquired as he watched people pass by, eyeing up the shirts pinned up behind them... or maybe just them in general. he crinkled his water bottle in waiting; feeling his vision glaze over occasionally as he spaced out and got carried away. no need for that today. he hadn't even taken anything, for god's sakes.

1140 WORDS FOR ELLIE. SORRY THIS SUCKS ):